11.17.2003 :::
Things She Said This Weekend
Come down from that ledge, now.
It's not worth the fall, Let's just
Say what we forgot.
I wish I could tell you,
That you're good in bed.
Or that I love your lips,
When they're red. They
Taste a special hint,
Or something, and that scent,
I wish it drove me crazy, and
Warmed my blood on a cold
Windy night. But I don't know,
I just don't know. Won't you
Tell me what I'm supposed to
Feel. Is that silk, or cotton.
Maybe you're not even
Wearing a coat, but said you
Were. The Mercury is rising in
The Thermo-Stare. Quit looking
At me, I don't have your answers.
I wish I did, but you took them.
And don't give me that He-man
Gaze. I don't think it works on me.
Fuck you, you're not here,
Why aren't you here,
Thanks for asking. I've missed him
Oh so long, a time. Now he's gone
Before he left, left, left.
He was right, right, right.
No he wasn't. He tried to tell me/her
That it was the truth. That he had
My ring. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I don't know what this is about.
Not you, some bizarro you,
In a bizarro world. But if it means
I miss you, even though we're
Talking now, I guess that's
What it all means. Is it a poem?
Or a conversation, in and among myself
You'll have to tell, because I don't
Tell myself things anymore.
They never worked out with the
I Love You's and benefactors
All putting their stock in me, and
When I fell, so did their love,
And those things do not
Replenish quickly. But I'm
Glad we're okay, and glad
I can call you cute, because you
Are, in every way, for this
And this my dear, I laugh,
Because I am optmisitc.
::: posted by Matthew at 9:07 PM
